The Things We Bloom (2021) Movie Script
1
[river flowing]
[ominous music]
What I'm about to do,
I don't do
it to hurt either of you.
In fact, I wish
it was all different.
I wish I could move
on, but I just--
I can't.
[sniffles]
Hopefully this tape
explains everything.
Maybe in time you
can forgive me,
mom, dad.
I love you
so very much.
[clicking tape recorder]
[upbeat rap music]
What are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, what are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, yeah, hey, hey
Hey, this ain't
no horse shit (yo)
Coming through with the squad,
you know we turning shit
[indistinct]
like a nigga lost it
Now, I'm catching bags
on my Randy Marsh shit
Gotta chase the money
on my own, boss shit
When I throw
a shot you know I rock shit
Why you tellin' lies,
you want something for shit?
Chasing all these M's,
on my Henry Ford shit
Oh, it's terrifying, nigga
Young, crazy nigga
about to turn into gorilla
Oh, I'm sorry,
ain't no villain
Tryin' to call for mom
make your body go hidden
Yeah. Yeah.
What up, fam?
It's your boy, stylin' Ryan
and I woke my ass up
at 7o'clock
this morning to get down here
to the courthouse
to pick up my dog.
Whoa, look at
this building, it's huge.
Guess what, playas?
My boys finally freed.
He got out early
for good behavior.
And y'all, [kisses teeth]
you already know he's a solid G.
He's going to bounce back
and bounce back hard, y'all.
And yo, there he is.
Yeah, the one. The only.
Quinn, Thomas, everyone.
He's out, y'all.
It's good to see you, too, man.
Hey, man, let
the peeps know at home know
what you're going
to do now that you're out.
-Right now?
-Yeah.
Be able to take a shit
with the door shut.
And then we're going
to conquer this town, right?
-Right.
-Yeah. You heard him, folks.
Quinjamin Thomas
is finally a free man.
Don't call me Quinjamin.
And we're going to be
throwing the biggest bash
in honor of my boy, here.
The police need to be out there
arresting the real criminals.
But tonight, we're
focusing on our blessings.
Catch y'all later.
My man.
Thanks for coming
to pick me up, man.
Mom and Dad not back
from the Keys yet, so.
Ain't gotta thank me, my dude.
The inter-sphere has missed you.
Mind if we go
get something to eat?
I have been craving
some-- anything.
[chuckles] Let's ride.
What are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, what are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, yeah, hey, hey
Hey, this
ain't no horse shit
Coming through with the squad,
you know we turning shit
[indistinct]
like a nigga lost it
Now, I'm catching bags
on my Randy Marsh shit
Gotta chase the money
on my own, boss shit
When I throw a shot,
you know I rock shit
You out tellin' lies, you
one some force shit
Chasing all these M's,
on my Henry Ford shit
Oh, it's terrifying, nigga
Young, crazy nigga
about to turn into gorilla
Oh, I'm sorry,
ain't no villain
Tryin' to call for mom
make your body go hidden
[birds tweeting faintly]
[gentle acoustic guitar music]
[street din]
[car whooshing]
[chill, funky music]
Man where's
the fucking waiter at?
There's literally
nobody here
and we haven't
even got our drinks yet.
I'm sure it'll
be here in a minute.
It better.
[sighs]
Anyway. So what was it
like in there, man?
You didn't get raped, did you?
Tell me,
my boy, didn't get raped?
No, no, Ryan,
I didn't get raped,
and my cell mate
was kind of a prick.
But after the first year,
they switched him out.
After that,
I just-- I just chill.
I know your dad must
have made that shit much easier.
Yeah. Yeah, well, if
these cops did their jobs right,
They'd have known
that the chick ran the light,
but 'cause I had
a little coke in my system,
involuntary manslaughter.
Hey man, respect your blessings.
I don't doubt
that shit was biased,
but it could have been worse.
That shit you served was a whole
lot better than ten or 20 years.
But don't worry.
Tonight we're going
to put all that shit past you.
Hey, is Molly still single?
Um, as far as I know,
she's been seeing some dude
out of Tampa for a while,
but I haven't seen Zaz
in a few months, so
probably got brought
in for a charge or something.
Maybe I'll give her a call.
Tired of the do
it yourself method, are you?
Two years
is a long fucking time.
Do me a favor
and bring her to the party?
Yeah, I got you, man.
Hey, yo. Smile.
[wind blowing]
[dog barking in distance]
[man] Are you Ruto Schrader?
Yeah. Who's asking?
You were cellmates
with Quinn Thomas
for the first two years of
his sentence in Orange County.
I want to ask you
something about it.
Fuck off, man.
The police ain't got shit on me.
Finally got me a job
so you guys can leave me alone.
[mumbles]
I'm not a cop.
Well, in that case,
you can really fuck off.
Do you ever talk
about why he was in there?
This is starting
to get a little annoying, man.
So I suggest
you turn around
and go find Quinn
and ask yourself.
I'm asking you.
He ever mention
a girl named Eliza Brody?
What the fuck is this, man?
Eliza Brody.
Did he ever mention that name?
Dude.
I don't give a shit
what her name was. Okay?
I warned you plenty of times,
and I don't
got a lot of patience.
I'm sorry, Mr. Schrader.
I don't mean to bother you.
I just want
to know if Quinn Thomas
talked about Eliza Brody.
You're something else,
but I ain't
telling you jack shit.
You're lucky I'm on parole,
otherwise, I'll show you
some manners.
Fucking prick.
[mumbling in foreign language]
[upbeat rap music]
It's good to see you, Quinn.
I've--
A lot's happened
since you've been gone.
So I heard.
Ryan and the guys
have really missed you.
You should see
the comment section online.
They're always asking
when you're going to go out
and be in videos again.
Nice to know that I was missed.
You know, it's kind
of a sexy look on you.
-What?
-Ex-convict.
[chuckles]
It's nice to know
something good came out of this.
I can't even imagine not fucking
anyone for an entire year.
Try two.
I bet it's been killing you.
You have no idea.
Bad bitch with me,
and I call her honey
Just so cold it'll
make your nose runny
Yo, yo, yo.
Take it easy. Easy.
Did Quinn ever
talk about Eliza Brody?
Do you even
know how to use that thing?
[click]
-Want to find out?
-Okay, okay.
Okay. Okay. Take it easy.
[breathing heavily]
He said that he killed some
girl in some sort of accident.
Okay? Um--
But he said
that it wasn't his fault.
Is that exactly what he said?
Fuck yeah, man. I don't know.
It was like two years ago.
He said he killed some--
he killed some chick
after she ran a red light. Okay?
After that, everything
got fucked up for him.
Other than that,
the dude didn't say shit,
just waited like
the rest of us to get out.
[indistinct]
How was he treated in prison?
His father was a big
shot lawyer at Orlando.
He represented half
of the guys in there.
He even got years
off of their sentences.
Yeah. Your boy
had it pretty good.
Did you know, his
second cellmate, Oscar Alvaro?
He's a felon. Major
connections to traffickers.
I want to talk to him, too.
I--
I never knew the guy.
But if he's related
to Antonio Alvaro,
I suggest you
stay the fuck away, bro.
of anything to do with him
or his organization.
I answered all your questions.
Okay? Can--
Can you put the gun away?
Are you aware Quinn
got out on parole recently?
I don't know, man. I don't care.
[indistinct]
was a fucking prick, man.
Dude, I--
I don't know what your beef
is with him or his father,
but I suggest you find
the biggest fucking rock
to hide under if you
do anything to him.
His father has connections,
man, inside, outside.
He'll royally fuck
your life up
if you even touch
a hair of his kid's head.
Can I go now?
You have a daughter, right?
Mikayla, age 12.
Lives with her mother
at 321 Franklin Square.
Goes to Braiden Burr elementary?
Don't you fucking touch her.
I'm not going to hurt her.
But if you
tell anyone about me,
call the police or anything,
She'll bury you both.
Fucking freak.
If you touch her,
I'll fucking kill you.
Thank you for your time,
Mr. Schrager.
Fucking freak.
Fuck, gringa!
Holy!
[Schrager on recording]
I never knew the guy,
but if he's related
to Antonio Alvaro,
I suggest you
stay the fuck away, bro,
anything to do
with him or his organization.
[ominous music]
[keys jingling]
Hey, Marta, I got to run.
I appreciate
you cleaning this up for me.
I'll catch you later.
[door closes]
[sighs]
[speaking in Spanish]
[drum music]
[music stops]
Hey man.
All right. Take care.
Glad you're out.
[gentle piano music]
[laughing]
-[smashing]
-[Ryan] Bro!
That looks so dope
on camera. Oh, my gosh.
Yes!
-Why? Why, why?
-[Ryan] I don't know.
They're VHS tapes and they're
kind of in right now.
And I found a couple of them
in my grandma's basement.
I thought, you know,
we could fuck 'em up.
Thank you.
Here we go.
Yeah. Hey, Victor,
baby, listen.
Apparently Freddy got
nabbed by the feds today.
So look,
act smart, all right?
And make sure you
tell Julio the same thing.
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, I'm sure he will.
Uh huh.
Well, I'll call Antonio
soon and see what he knows
about this thing and how
he wants to handle it.
Right.
Right. Yeah. All right.
I'll call you back.
[ominous music]
Motherfucker! [grunts]
[record crackling]
[upbeat synth music]
[ominous synth chords]
[beat kicking in]
[music fading out]
You were cellmates
with Quinn Thomas for a year.
I just want to ask you
some questions about it.
Cellmates with who?
Quinn Thomas.
Look,
even if I did
remember who the fuck that is,
I wouldn't
tell you Jack shit.
Come in my house like this.
Didn't your
parents teach you to knock?
Just-- Just answer
my questions and I'll leave.
No, I don't think I will.
I will shoot you.
Did the [indistinct] send you?
Is that what this is about?
No-- No.
Look, I'm not
here to kill you,
but I will if you don't tell
me what I want to know.
Well, I got to say, you've got
a bizarre way of making friends.
Tell me what I want
to know about Quinn Thomas.
Well, since you asked
so nicely:
go fuck yourself.
I barely remember the punk.
You were cellmates with him up
until the middle of last year.
Did he ever
say anything about it?
Maybe he did.
Maybe he didn't.
Either way,
I really wasn't listening.
Slide, your hands behind
your back and put those on.
Well, you're going
to have to shoot me.
[laughs]
Look, uh--
I haven't done this
sort of thing before,
but I do know
how to pull the trigger.
Oh, well,
it takes a lot
more than that to kill a man
and if I'm being
totally honest here,
I don't think
you'd really shoot me.
[funky, upbeat music]
So, Quinn, are your
parents mad at you or anything?
No. They're just glad
I'm finally out of prison.
I didn't belong in there.
But the girl,
she did die, right?
-Kippen!
-Yes.
Yeah,, yeah, she did die.
Sorry, I didn't
mean to--
It's fine, it's
not my fault.
I had the light.
Who was she?
Just some girl.
And the boyfriend lived?
He did. He lived.
He's got a few cuts.
Just like-- Just like me.
Sorry.
Nosier then I should be.
Don't worry about it.
Shit happens.
That's what my cousin says.
So, like he used to live
in Baltimore,
and he had this friend
whose dad was a truck driver.
Well, his dad ended up breaking
both of his legs on vacation.
So he was, like,
stuck at home and like
really hated it
and started drinking a lot.
Well, one night,
he ended up getting
really angry and threw
a dinner plate at his wife.
Right?
So then she, in return,
poured hot coffee in his lap,
knowing that
he couldn't get up.
Well, he freaked out
because the coffee was so hot
and he fell over, landed
on his wrist and broke it.
So, like, a few weeks later,
his wrist comes out of the cast
and, like,
into one of those braces.
But his legs have healed
so he can go back to work.
Well, normally they don't
let people with injuries drive,
so he hid it from his supervisor
until like one of the nights
he was making a haul up
to New York and it like
just snowed like
crazy the day before.
So he like ended up
sliding on like ice
or something and couldn't get
control of the truck because
his wrist seized up.
Well, then the truck
like overturned
and like crashed down
into a ravine like
next to the highway, right?
And he wound
up being paralyzed
from the waist down
and had to get
his wrist amputated because
like it got caught
like between some metal
in the dashboard or something.
So now he's at home
permanently on disability.
[rain spattering]
Jesus Christ.
Yeah. Anyways.
Pretty crazy, but I guess shit
just like kind of happens.
I don't know.
I mean, if the guy just
waited for his wrist to heal--
Who knows?
I'm going swimming.
Hey.
You want to
go for a ride later?
As long as you're not
hiding a broken wrist from me.
[splashing]
Oh my God!
Holy fuck, it's so cold!
I don't think you
understand the situation
you put yourself into.
So, let me spell it out for you.
You don't want to fuck with me.
I may be a nobody to you, just--
just something along
the way of your quest.
But to those people,
those people who
cared deeply about me
in the high circles
of a very nasty,
but lucrative business,
I'm untouchable.
You understand that?
Can you understand that kid?
So that's why I'm giving
you the opportunity
to get the fuck out
of my house right now.
And we'll just chalk it up to,
"sorry. Must have
had the wrong address."
I just want to know if Quinn
ever talked about what he did.
And if so,
what kind of things did he say?
Jesus! You're
just a fucking kid!
You're still
green around the gills.
That's why I'm willing
to let this slide.
I see a pain in your eyes.
A pain I've seen a lot of.
And let me tell you,
when you start
making decisions out of pain.
It only leads to more of it.
The fuck is that?
If you don't answer
my questions, Mr. Alvaro--
Whoosh.
You haven't
got the fucking balls!
[yelling]
Jesus Christ!
Goddamn, you motherfucker!
You're dead! You're dead!
[ominous music]
I just want
to know what Quinn told you,
if anything,
about why he was in prison.
Do that
and I'll leave you be
or don't
and I'll watch you burn.
He killed some
girl while driving high
on painkillers,
or coke or something.
What did he say about it?
I don't know.
He-- He said
it was no big deal.
It wasn't his fault.
He was driving fine.
He wasn't even that high.
She-- She ran a red light,
it was bad luck.
That's what he said?
What else?
He knew he'd get out soon.
He didn't think he belonged
in prison in the first place.
I'm sure
you know who his dad is.
Did he show any remorse?
I mean, was
he sorry for what he did?
Did he know her fucking name?
Fuck, I don't know. Ask him.
I plan to.
Why? Are you going
to kill him over a girl?
And what? You think
you're gonna get away with this?
Do I look like
I want to get away with it?
I think you're trying
to act like you don't.
But really,
this is all new to you.
Even still,
there's something about you.
I take it
she was your girl, huh?
Well, killing him
isn't going to change that.
Not trying to change it.
Then what-- what are you doing?
You playing God or something?
Everything we do ricochets,
Mr. Alvaro.
It bounces along
and everything else,
and it has the ability
to tear the whole world apart.
I'm so tired of no one taking
accountability
for what they do.
We're all accountable.
Every time. All the time.
And you don't
think that this,
what-- what
you're doing right now
is going to ricochet
off of you or into someone else.
Or do you just not care as long
as you have your justice?
You hadn't
thought of that, had you?
Well,
However you put it,
revenge is revenge.
And your actions, however
minor, have consequences.
You're, no, exception.
[grunting]
Motherfucker.
[panting]
[slam]
[breathing heavily]
You're dead motherfucker.
When he finds out what you did,
he's going to kill you.
Oh, oh--
Everything ricochets.
You-- You have no idea.
You're not special.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-- ah!
[whimpering]
T-- Tony.
Tony.
[somber music]
[breathing heavily]
[whispering] Holy fuck.
Holy fucking shit
[R&B music]
(Why you gotta hurt me?)
Why you gotta--
Why you gotta hurt me?
Why you gotta--
Why you gotta hurt me
Why you gotta hurt me, oh
Why you gotta hurt me?
Leave you on my all,
then you hurt me
Picking through
my poison, yeah, you thirsty
Chasing all this clout,
you did me dirty
[indistinct]
supposed to be my ride or die
Always give me shit about how
you treat me like the bad guy
No I ain't perfect, but these
beamers gotta [indistinct]
Losing all my focus 'cause
that nigga got his hands tied
Why you gotta hurt me?
If you see my journey,
feel like you ain't know me
How can I love
when I'm hurting?
Deep and as much
I think it's working
go hard, nigga,
yeah I'm frozen
Deep, but I woulda
think I'm chosen.
Back in the six
like [indistinct]
You can't be a full moment
love I still got,
never broken
[indistinct] soft spoken
They're not gonna
fucking try
Why you gotta hurt me
Why you gotta hurt me, oh
Why you gotta hurt me?
Leave you on my arm,
then you hurt me
Picking through
my poison, yeah, you thirsty
Chasing all this clout,
you did me dirty
Here you go, chick inside
Supposed to
be my ride or die
Always give me shit about how
you treat me like the bad guy
No I ain't perfect,
but these beamers [indistinct]
Losing all my focus, 'cause
that nigga got his hands tied
Why you gotta hurt me
Nigga feels so lonely,
I can't trust nobody
Just might
catch a [indistinct]
Racing to the top,
it's getting cold like hockey
I don't got no L's
like a shawty
Talking big bags,
getting awky
Trying to get
an ace, I ain't no rocky
[indistinct], no salami
How you going
ahead but staying cocky
I do this
for a hobby, stop it
Why you gotta hurt me?
[indistinct]
on the fucking track
Why you gotta hurt me?
Why you gotta, uh
Why you gotta hurt me?
Leave you on my arm,
then you hurt me
Picking through
my poison, you thirsty
Chasing all this clout,
who did me dirty
Oh, here you go,
chick inside
Supposed to
be my ride or die
Always give me shit about how
you treat me like the bad guy
No I ain't perfect,
but these beamers [indistinct]
Losing all my focus, 'cause
that nigga got his hands tied
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
[electronic music]
[man 1] Yes?
[man 2] Last night,
we lost a valuable asset.
Orlando PD tells us
his name is Ethan Saul.
Can you get down there?
[man 1] I can do that.
I'm almost finished here.
I'll let you know when I land.
By the way, I'll be sending you
something wet in the mail.
I think you're
going you're to like it.
Now where was I?
[crickets chirping]
[tapping]
Roll down your window, please.
There's not
supposed to be anyone here.
Can I see some
identification, please.
Officer, we just fell asleep
last night. We can just go.
There's no problem.
I need to see some IDs, please.
There's not
supposed to be anyone here.
Why is there
a woman walking her dog?
I need to see some IDs now.
I'll be right back.
Jesus what
the fuck happened, Mol?
We took that
last hit and tried to sober up,
and I guess we fell asleep.
Yeah. No shit.
There's fucking coke in the car.
Wh--
Wait, what?
[Quinn] Here I need you
to fucking hide it.
[Molly] What
the fuck are you doing?
Fucking hide it.
I'm not going back to prison
for this bullshit.
He's fucking coming.
[cop] Step out of the car, sir.
Officer, we really
just want to go home.
Can you let
us go with a warning?
Step out of the car right now.
Want to tell me what you guys
are doing there in the car?
I don't know what you're
talking about, Officer.
I saw you hand
little missy something there.
Don't act stupid, I saw it.
Ma'am, you
got something to tell me?
Or I'm going to
have to get a female officer
down here to search you?
No, please!
I-- I've never
even gotten a speeding ticket.
[Molly sobbing]
I want to talk to my attorney.
You might know him.
[ominous music]
[throwing up]
[Alvaro on recorder]
There was something about you.
I take it she was
your girl, huh?
Killing him isn't
going to change that.
[Ethan] I'm not
trying to change it.
[Alvaro] Wait, wait.
What are you doing?
You playing God or something?
[Ethan] Everything
we do ricochets, Mr. Alvaro.
It bounces along
into everything else
and it has the ability
to tear the whole world apart.
I'm so tired
of people not taking
accountability for what they do.
We're all accountable.
Every time. All the time.
Not even out of prison two days.
Just lucky that shit
wasn't in your system.
You can say
that it was in your car
before you went
in and you forgot about it.
I'm sorry, dad.
It was Molly's fault. She--
Will you take some
fucking responsibility?
Your mother hasn't
even had a chance to see you,
and you're already
almost back in prison.
Not my fault
you guys were in the Keys.
We had to fly there for court.
So don't give me that shit.
Two days, son. Two.
I'm still paying for what I had
to do to get you out early.
And now this.
Well, if I'm such
a burden, Dad,
why don't you just drive
me back to prison?
You fucking listen to me.
You've caused this family
more than enough embarrassment.
We've given you everything.
And more. More than any
kid could ever dream of having.
So show some fucking
gratitude or so help me God
you won't have to worry
about going back to prison.
I'll put you under it.
Do you understand me?
Yes.
Your mother
will be home around eight.
She'll be happy to see you.
So do us a favor
and just stay in for the night.
It won't be hard since
they impounded your vehicle.
I have to go back to work.
I'll see you later.
[airplane whirring]
[clicking]
[booming]
Oh!
[laughing]
[Ryan] You
didn't even cut it!
You didn't
even cut it in half, bro.
Oh, my God.
That was a perfect throw.
That was
literally a perfect throw.
Oh, my God. Anybody that
just saw that, that was perfect.
[music fades]
[window mechanism whirring]
[door closing]
[tense music]
[water pouring]
[deep breath]
[Quinn clearing throat]
[urine tinkling]
[Quinn clearing throat]
[toilet flushes]
[tap running]
Hey. What--
Fuck.
Look, man, I'm sorry.
[gunshot]
[high-pitched tone]
Wish I was unafraid
Wish I was afraid
to leave you
Guided through the day
I'd love it if you'd
say you'd stay with me
But then
they go off
To be somebody else
And I can't stop wishing
Time it never stops
[birds chirping]
It's unsafe to think
What will become
of you and me
When the miles get longer
And the years
get short it seems
But then they go off
To be somebody else
And I can't stop wishing
Time it never stops
[birds chirping]
[machine whirring]
He's in the Keys.
If you leave now,
you'll get there by tonight.
Let me know when it's done.
[car engine rumbling]
[soft music]
[indistinct talking]
[speaking indistinctly]
[waves crashing]
Eliza used to love it here.
She used to talk
about buying a sailboat,
sailing it to Jamaica,
and she'd say
"the Keys will do fine for now."
She's a big fan of the original
James Bond movies.
[Connery impression]
You know the Sean Connery ones.
[regular voice] She used
to talk about us finding
our own crab keys to someplace.
Like in Dr. No.
And it's funny
because that became my nickname.
I said no to everything.
I didn't want
to just quit my job
and move to the fucking Keys.
So that night,
she just-- she
asked me to quit and I said no.
We fought about it.
She ran that red light.
Now she's gone.
It's just not fair.
All three
of us were accountable
and only
she paid the price for it.
I've haven't been
able to make it through
a single day where
I get a full night's sleep
with that
medication for two years.
Because I refuse to forget her.
Like--
Like all of you.
All of you just want
to move on and take the pictures
off the walls and take
them away in the bedrooms.
Well, I can't.
Can't do it.
She deserves to be remembered.
Maybe not me or Quinn, but--
she does.
And now, because of what I've
done, you'll have no choice
but to think of her
every fucking day like I have.
Whoever finds this,
make sure it goes to my parents.
Their names and addresses
are written on the back.
[clicks]
[dramatic music]
[woman laughing]
[sobbing]
[twangy guitar music]
[Ethan] What I'm about to do,
I don't do it to hurt
either of you.
In fact, I wish
it was all different.
I wish I could move
on, but I just--
I can't.
Hopefully this tape
explains everything.
Maybe in time
you can forgive me.
Mom...
Dad...
I love you.
So very much.
[tape recorder clicks off]
[upbeat music]
[river flowing]
[ominous music]
What I'm about to do,
I don't do
it to hurt either of you.
In fact, I wish
it was all different.
I wish I could move
on, but I just--
I can't.
[sniffles]
Hopefully this tape
explains everything.
Maybe in time you
can forgive me,
mom, dad.
I love you
so very much.
[clicking tape recorder]
[upbeat rap music]
What are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, what are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, yeah, hey, hey
Hey, this ain't
no horse shit (yo)
Coming through with the squad,
you know we turning shit
[indistinct]
like a nigga lost it
Now, I'm catching bags
on my Randy Marsh shit
Gotta chase the money
on my own, boss shit
When I throw
a shot you know I rock shit
Why you tellin' lies,
you want something for shit?
Chasing all these M's,
on my Henry Ford shit
Oh, it's terrifying, nigga
Young, crazy nigga
about to turn into gorilla
Oh, I'm sorry,
ain't no villain
Tryin' to call for mom
make your body go hidden
Yeah. Yeah.
What up, fam?
It's your boy, stylin' Ryan
and I woke my ass up
at 7o'clock
this morning to get down here
to the courthouse
to pick up my dog.
Whoa, look at
this building, it's huge.
Guess what, playas?
My boys finally freed.
He got out early
for good behavior.
And y'all, [kisses teeth]
you already know he's a solid G.
He's going to bounce back
and bounce back hard, y'all.
And yo, there he is.
Yeah, the one. The only.
Quinn, Thomas, everyone.
He's out, y'all.
It's good to see you, too, man.
Hey, man, let
the peeps know at home know
what you're going
to do now that you're out.
-Right now?
-Yeah.
Be able to take a shit
with the door shut.
And then we're going
to conquer this town, right?
-Right.
-Yeah. You heard him, folks.
Quinjamin Thomas
is finally a free man.
Don't call me Quinjamin.
And we're going to be
throwing the biggest bash
in honor of my boy, here.
The police need to be out there
arresting the real criminals.
But tonight, we're
focusing on our blessings.
Catch y'all later.
My man.
Thanks for coming
to pick me up, man.
Mom and Dad not back
from the Keys yet, so.
Ain't gotta thank me, my dude.
The inter-sphere has missed you.
Mind if we go
get something to eat?
I have been craving
some-- anything.
[chuckles] Let's ride.
What are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, what are
you doing in my swamp?
Hey, yeah, hey, hey
Hey, this
ain't no horse shit
Coming through with the squad,
you know we turning shit
[indistinct]
like a nigga lost it
Now, I'm catching bags
on my Randy Marsh shit
Gotta chase the money
on my own, boss shit
When I throw a shot,
you know I rock shit
You out tellin' lies, you
one some force shit
Chasing all these M's,
on my Henry Ford shit
Oh, it's terrifying, nigga
Young, crazy nigga
about to turn into gorilla
Oh, I'm sorry,
ain't no villain
Tryin' to call for mom
make your body go hidden
[birds tweeting faintly]
[gentle acoustic guitar music]
[street din]
[car whooshing]
[chill, funky music]
Man where's
the fucking waiter at?
There's literally
nobody here
and we haven't
even got our drinks yet.
I'm sure it'll
be here in a minute.
It better.
[sighs]
Anyway. So what was it
like in there, man?
You didn't get raped, did you?
Tell me,
my boy, didn't get raped?
No, no, Ryan,
I didn't get raped,
and my cell mate
was kind of a prick.
But after the first year,
they switched him out.
After that,
I just-- I just chill.
I know your dad must
have made that shit much easier.
Yeah. Yeah, well, if
these cops did their jobs right,
They'd have known
that the chick ran the light,
but 'cause I had
a little coke in my system,
involuntary manslaughter.
Hey man, respect your blessings.
I don't doubt
that shit was biased,
but it could have been worse.
That shit you served was a whole
lot better than ten or 20 years.
But don't worry.
Tonight we're going
to put all that shit past you.
Hey, is Molly still single?
Um, as far as I know,
she's been seeing some dude
out of Tampa for a while,
but I haven't seen Zaz
in a few months, so
probably got brought
in for a charge or something.
Maybe I'll give her a call.
Tired of the do
it yourself method, are you?
Two years
is a long fucking time.
Do me a favor
and bring her to the party?
Yeah, I got you, man.
Hey, yo. Smile.
[wind blowing]
[dog barking in distance]
[man] Are you Ruto Schrader?
Yeah. Who's asking?
You were cellmates
with Quinn Thomas
for the first two years of
his sentence in Orange County.
I want to ask you
something about it.
Fuck off, man.
The police ain't got shit on me.
Finally got me a job
so you guys can leave me alone.
[mumbles]
I'm not a cop.
Well, in that case,
you can really fuck off.
Do you ever talk
about why he was in there?
This is starting
to get a little annoying, man.
So I suggest
you turn around
and go find Quinn
and ask yourself.
I'm asking you.
He ever mention
a girl named Eliza Brody?
What the fuck is this, man?
Eliza Brody.
Did he ever mention that name?
Dude.
I don't give a shit
what her name was. Okay?
I warned you plenty of times,
and I don't
got a lot of patience.
I'm sorry, Mr. Schrader.
I don't mean to bother you.
I just want
to know if Quinn Thomas
talked about Eliza Brody.
You're something else,
but I ain't
telling you jack shit.
You're lucky I'm on parole,
otherwise, I'll show you
some manners.
Fucking prick.
[mumbling in foreign language]
[upbeat rap music]
It's good to see you, Quinn.
I've--
A lot's happened
since you've been gone.
So I heard.
Ryan and the guys
have really missed you.
You should see
the comment section online.
They're always asking
when you're going to go out
and be in videos again.
Nice to know that I was missed.
You know, it's kind
of a sexy look on you.
-What?
-Ex-convict.
[chuckles]
It's nice to know
something good came out of this.
I can't even imagine not fucking
anyone for an entire year.
Try two.
I bet it's been killing you.
You have no idea.
Bad bitch with me,
and I call her honey
Just so cold it'll
make your nose runny
Yo, yo, yo.
Take it easy. Easy.
Did Quinn ever
talk about Eliza Brody?
Do you even
know how to use that thing?
[click]
-Want to find out?
-Okay, okay.
Okay. Okay. Take it easy.
[breathing heavily]
He said that he killed some
girl in some sort of accident.
Okay? Um--
But he said
that it wasn't his fault.
Is that exactly what he said?
Fuck yeah, man. I don't know.
It was like two years ago.
He said he killed some--
he killed some chick
after she ran a red light. Okay?
After that, everything
got fucked up for him.
Other than that,
the dude didn't say shit,
just waited like
the rest of us to get out.
[indistinct]
How was he treated in prison?
His father was a big
shot lawyer at Orlando.
He represented half
of the guys in there.
He even got years
off of their sentences.
Yeah. Your boy
had it pretty good.
Did you know, his
second cellmate, Oscar Alvaro?
He's a felon. Major
connections to traffickers.
I want to talk to him, too.
I--
I never knew the guy.
But if he's related
to Antonio Alvaro,
I suggest you
stay the fuck away, bro.
of anything to do with him
or his organization.
I answered all your questions.
Okay? Can--
Can you put the gun away?
Are you aware Quinn
got out on parole recently?
I don't know, man. I don't care.
[indistinct]
was a fucking prick, man.
Dude, I--
I don't know what your beef
is with him or his father,
but I suggest you find
the biggest fucking rock
to hide under if you
do anything to him.
His father has connections,
man, inside, outside.
He'll royally fuck
your life up
if you even touch
a hair of his kid's head.
Can I go now?
You have a daughter, right?
Mikayla, age 12.
Lives with her mother
at 321 Franklin Square.
Goes to Braiden Burr elementary?
Don't you fucking touch her.
I'm not going to hurt her.
But if you
tell anyone about me,
call the police or anything,
She'll bury you both.
Fucking freak.
If you touch her,
I'll fucking kill you.
Thank you for your time,
Mr. Schrager.
Fucking freak.
Fuck, gringa!
Holy!
[Schrager on recording]
I never knew the guy,
but if he's related
to Antonio Alvaro,
I suggest you
stay the fuck away, bro,
anything to do
with him or his organization.
[ominous music]
[keys jingling]
Hey, Marta, I got to run.
I appreciate
you cleaning this up for me.
I'll catch you later.
[door closes]
[sighs]
[speaking in Spanish]
[drum music]
[music stops]
Hey man.
All right. Take care.
Glad you're out.
[gentle piano music]
[laughing]
-[smashing]
-[Ryan] Bro!
That looks so dope
on camera. Oh, my gosh.
Yes!
-Why? Why, why?
-[Ryan] I don't know.
They're VHS tapes and they're
kind of in right now.
And I found a couple of them
in my grandma's basement.
I thought, you know,
we could fuck 'em up.
Thank you.
Here we go.
Yeah. Hey, Victor,
baby, listen.
Apparently Freddy got
nabbed by the feds today.
So look,
act smart, all right?
And make sure you
tell Julio the same thing.
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, I'm sure he will.
Uh huh.
Well, I'll call Antonio
soon and see what he knows
about this thing and how
he wants to handle it.
Right.
Right. Yeah. All right.
I'll call you back.
[ominous music]
Motherfucker! [grunts]
[record crackling]
[upbeat synth music]
[ominous synth chords]
[beat kicking in]
[music fading out]
You were cellmates
with Quinn Thomas for a year.
I just want to ask you
some questions about it.
Cellmates with who?
Quinn Thomas.
Look,
even if I did
remember who the fuck that is,
I wouldn't
tell you Jack shit.
Come in my house like this.
Didn't your
parents teach you to knock?
Just-- Just answer
my questions and I'll leave.
No, I don't think I will.
I will shoot you.
Did the [indistinct] send you?
Is that what this is about?
No-- No.
Look, I'm not
here to kill you,
but I will if you don't tell
me what I want to know.
Well, I got to say, you've got
a bizarre way of making friends.
Tell me what I want
to know about Quinn Thomas.
Well, since you asked
so nicely:
go fuck yourself.
I barely remember the punk.
You were cellmates with him up
until the middle of last year.
Did he ever
say anything about it?
Maybe he did.
Maybe he didn't.
Either way,
I really wasn't listening.
Slide, your hands behind
your back and put those on.
Well, you're going
to have to shoot me.
[laughs]
Look, uh--
I haven't done this
sort of thing before,
but I do know
how to pull the trigger.
Oh, well,
it takes a lot
more than that to kill a man
and if I'm being
totally honest here,
I don't think
you'd really shoot me.
[funky, upbeat music]
So, Quinn, are your
parents mad at you or anything?
No. They're just glad
I'm finally out of prison.
I didn't belong in there.
But the girl,
she did die, right?
-Kippen!
-Yes.
Yeah,, yeah, she did die.
Sorry, I didn't
mean to--
It's fine, it's
not my fault.
I had the light.
Who was she?
Just some girl.
And the boyfriend lived?
He did. He lived.
He's got a few cuts.
Just like-- Just like me.
Sorry.
Nosier then I should be.
Don't worry about it.
Shit happens.
That's what my cousin says.
So, like he used to live
in Baltimore,
and he had this friend
whose dad was a truck driver.
Well, his dad ended up breaking
both of his legs on vacation.
So he was, like,
stuck at home and like
really hated it
and started drinking a lot.
Well, one night,
he ended up getting
really angry and threw
a dinner plate at his wife.
Right?
So then she, in return,
poured hot coffee in his lap,
knowing that
he couldn't get up.
Well, he freaked out
because the coffee was so hot
and he fell over, landed
on his wrist and broke it.
So, like, a few weeks later,
his wrist comes out of the cast
and, like,
into one of those braces.
But his legs have healed
so he can go back to work.
Well, normally they don't
let people with injuries drive,
so he hid it from his supervisor
until like one of the nights
he was making a haul up
to New York and it like
just snowed like
crazy the day before.
So he like ended up
sliding on like ice
or something and couldn't get
control of the truck because
his wrist seized up.
Well, then the truck
like overturned
and like crashed down
into a ravine like
next to the highway, right?
And he wound
up being paralyzed
from the waist down
and had to get
his wrist amputated because
like it got caught
like between some metal
in the dashboard or something.
So now he's at home
permanently on disability.
[rain spattering]
Jesus Christ.
Yeah. Anyways.
Pretty crazy, but I guess shit
just like kind of happens.
I don't know.
I mean, if the guy just
waited for his wrist to heal--
Who knows?
I'm going swimming.
Hey.
You want to
go for a ride later?
As long as you're not
hiding a broken wrist from me.
[splashing]
Oh my God!
Holy fuck, it's so cold!
I don't think you
understand the situation
you put yourself into.
So, let me spell it out for you.
You don't want to fuck with me.
I may be a nobody to you, just--
just something along
the way of your quest.
But to those people,
those people who
cared deeply about me
in the high circles
of a very nasty,
but lucrative business,
I'm untouchable.
You understand that?
Can you understand that kid?
So that's why I'm giving
you the opportunity
to get the fuck out
of my house right now.
And we'll just chalk it up to,
"sorry. Must have
had the wrong address."
I just want to know if Quinn
ever talked about what he did.
And if so,
what kind of things did he say?
Jesus! You're
just a fucking kid!
You're still
green around the gills.
That's why I'm willing
to let this slide.
I see a pain in your eyes.
A pain I've seen a lot of.
And let me tell you,
when you start
making decisions out of pain.
It only leads to more of it.
The fuck is that?
If you don't answer
my questions, Mr. Alvaro--
Whoosh.
You haven't
got the fucking balls!
[yelling]
Jesus Christ!
Goddamn, you motherfucker!
You're dead! You're dead!
[ominous music]
I just want
to know what Quinn told you,
if anything,
about why he was in prison.
Do that
and I'll leave you be
or don't
and I'll watch you burn.
He killed some
girl while driving high
on painkillers,
or coke or something.
What did he say about it?
I don't know.
He-- He said
it was no big deal.
It wasn't his fault.
He was driving fine.
He wasn't even that high.
She-- She ran a red light,
it was bad luck.
That's what he said?
What else?
He knew he'd get out soon.
He didn't think he belonged
in prison in the first place.
I'm sure
you know who his dad is.
Did he show any remorse?
I mean, was
he sorry for what he did?
Did he know her fucking name?
Fuck, I don't know. Ask him.
I plan to.
Why? Are you going
to kill him over a girl?
And what? You think
you're gonna get away with this?
Do I look like
I want to get away with it?
I think you're trying
to act like you don't.
But really,
this is all new to you.
Even still,
there's something about you.
I take it
she was your girl, huh?
Well, killing him
isn't going to change that.
Not trying to change it.
Then what-- what are you doing?
You playing God or something?
Everything we do ricochets,
Mr. Alvaro.
It bounces along
and everything else,
and it has the ability
to tear the whole world apart.
I'm so tired of no one taking
accountability
for what they do.
We're all accountable.
Every time. All the time.
And you don't
think that this,
what-- what
you're doing right now
is going to ricochet
off of you or into someone else.
Or do you just not care as long
as you have your justice?
You hadn't
thought of that, had you?
Well,
However you put it,
revenge is revenge.
And your actions, however
minor, have consequences.
You're, no, exception.
[grunting]
Motherfucker.
[panting]
[slam]
[breathing heavily]
You're dead motherfucker.
When he finds out what you did,
he's going to kill you.
Oh, oh--
Everything ricochets.
You-- You have no idea.
You're not special.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-- ah!
[whimpering]
T-- Tony.
Tony.
[somber music]
[breathing heavily]
[whispering] Holy fuck.
Holy fucking shit
[R&B music]
(Why you gotta hurt me?)
Why you gotta--
Why you gotta hurt me?
Why you gotta--
Why you gotta hurt me
Why you gotta hurt me, oh
Why you gotta hurt me?
Leave you on my all,
then you hurt me
Picking through
my poison, yeah, you thirsty
Chasing all this clout,
you did me dirty
[indistinct]
supposed to be my ride or die
Always give me shit about how
you treat me like the bad guy
No I ain't perfect, but these
beamers gotta [indistinct]
Losing all my focus 'cause
that nigga got his hands tied
Why you gotta hurt me?
If you see my journey,
feel like you ain't know me
How can I love
when I'm hurting?
Deep and as much
I think it's working
go hard, nigga,
yeah I'm frozen
Deep, but I woulda
think I'm chosen.
Back in the six
like [indistinct]
You can't be a full moment
love I still got,
never broken
[indistinct] soft spoken
They're not gonna
fucking try
Why you gotta hurt me
Why you gotta hurt me, oh
Why you gotta hurt me?
Leave you on my arm,
then you hurt me
Picking through
my poison, yeah, you thirsty
Chasing all this clout,
you did me dirty
Here you go, chick inside
Supposed to
be my ride or die
Always give me shit about how
you treat me like the bad guy
No I ain't perfect,
but these beamers [indistinct]
Losing all my focus, 'cause
that nigga got his hands tied
Why you gotta hurt me
Nigga feels so lonely,
I can't trust nobody
Just might
catch a [indistinct]
Racing to the top,
it's getting cold like hockey
I don't got no L's
like a shawty
Talking big bags,
getting awky
Trying to get
an ace, I ain't no rocky
[indistinct], no salami
How you going
ahead but staying cocky
I do this
for a hobby, stop it
Why you gotta hurt me?
[indistinct]
on the fucking track
Why you gotta hurt me?
Why you gotta, uh
Why you gotta hurt me?
Leave you on my arm,
then you hurt me
Picking through
my poison, you thirsty
Chasing all this clout,
who did me dirty
Oh, here you go,
chick inside
Supposed to
be my ride or die
Always give me shit about how
you treat me like the bad guy
No I ain't perfect,
but these beamers [indistinct]
Losing all my focus, 'cause
that nigga got his hands tied
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
[electronic music]
[man 1] Yes?
[man 2] Last night,
we lost a valuable asset.
Orlando PD tells us
his name is Ethan Saul.
Can you get down there?
[man 1] I can do that.
I'm almost finished here.
I'll let you know when I land.
By the way, I'll be sending you
something wet in the mail.
I think you're
going you're to like it.
Now where was I?
[crickets chirping]
[tapping]
Roll down your window, please.
There's not
supposed to be anyone here.
Can I see some
identification, please.
Officer, we just fell asleep
last night. We can just go.
There's no problem.
I need to see some IDs, please.
There's not
supposed to be anyone here.
Why is there
a woman walking her dog?
I need to see some IDs now.
I'll be right back.
Jesus what
the fuck happened, Mol?
We took that
last hit and tried to sober up,
and I guess we fell asleep.
Yeah. No shit.
There's fucking coke in the car.
Wh--
Wait, what?
[Quinn] Here I need you
to fucking hide it.
[Molly] What
the fuck are you doing?
Fucking hide it.
I'm not going back to prison
for this bullshit.
He's fucking coming.
[cop] Step out of the car, sir.
Officer, we really
just want to go home.
Can you let
us go with a warning?
Step out of the car right now.
Want to tell me what you guys
are doing there in the car?
I don't know what you're
talking about, Officer.
I saw you hand
little missy something there.
Don't act stupid, I saw it.
Ma'am, you
got something to tell me?
Or I'm going to
have to get a female officer
down here to search you?
No, please!
I-- I've never
even gotten a speeding ticket.
[Molly sobbing]
I want to talk to my attorney.
You might know him.
[ominous music]
[throwing up]
[Alvaro on recorder]
There was something about you.
I take it she was
your girl, huh?
Killing him isn't
going to change that.
[Ethan] I'm not
trying to change it.
[Alvaro] Wait, wait.
What are you doing?
You playing God or something?
[Ethan] Everything
we do ricochets, Mr. Alvaro.
It bounces along
into everything else
and it has the ability
to tear the whole world apart.
I'm so tired
of people not taking
accountability for what they do.
We're all accountable.
Every time. All the time.
Not even out of prison two days.
Just lucky that shit
wasn't in your system.
You can say
that it was in your car
before you went
in and you forgot about it.
I'm sorry, dad.
It was Molly's fault. She--
Will you take some
fucking responsibility?
Your mother hasn't
even had a chance to see you,
and you're already
almost back in prison.
Not my fault
you guys were in the Keys.
We had to fly there for court.
So don't give me that shit.
Two days, son. Two.
I'm still paying for what I had
to do to get you out early.
And now this.
Well, if I'm such
a burden, Dad,
why don't you just drive
me back to prison?
You fucking listen to me.
You've caused this family
more than enough embarrassment.
We've given you everything.
And more. More than any
kid could ever dream of having.
So show some fucking
gratitude or so help me God
you won't have to worry
about going back to prison.
I'll put you under it.
Do you understand me?
Yes.
Your mother
will be home around eight.
She'll be happy to see you.
So do us a favor
and just stay in for the night.
It won't be hard since
they impounded your vehicle.
I have to go back to work.
I'll see you later.
[airplane whirring]
[clicking]
[booming]
Oh!
[laughing]
[Ryan] You
didn't even cut it!
You didn't
even cut it in half, bro.
Oh, my God.
That was a perfect throw.
That was
literally a perfect throw.
Oh, my God. Anybody that
just saw that, that was perfect.
[music fades]
[window mechanism whirring]
[door closing]
[tense music]
[water pouring]
[deep breath]
[Quinn clearing throat]
[urine tinkling]
[Quinn clearing throat]
[toilet flushes]
[tap running]
Hey. What--
Fuck.
Look, man, I'm sorry.
[gunshot]
[high-pitched tone]
Wish I was unafraid
Wish I was afraid
to leave you
Guided through the day
I'd love it if you'd
say you'd stay with me
But then
they go off
To be somebody else
And I can't stop wishing
Time it never stops
[birds chirping]
It's unsafe to think
What will become
of you and me
When the miles get longer
And the years
get short it seems
But then they go off
To be somebody else
And I can't stop wishing
Time it never stops
[birds chirping]
[machine whirring]
He's in the Keys.
If you leave now,
you'll get there by tonight.
Let me know when it's done.
[car engine rumbling]
[soft music]
[indistinct talking]
[speaking indistinctly]
[waves crashing]
Eliza used to love it here.
She used to talk
about buying a sailboat,
sailing it to Jamaica,
and she'd say
"the Keys will do fine for now."
She's a big fan of the original
James Bond movies.
[Connery impression]
You know the Sean Connery ones.
[regular voice] She used
to talk about us finding
our own crab keys to someplace.
Like in Dr. No.
And it's funny
because that became my nickname.
I said no to everything.
I didn't want
to just quit my job
and move to the fucking Keys.
So that night,
she just-- she
asked me to quit and I said no.
We fought about it.
She ran that red light.
Now she's gone.
It's just not fair.
All three
of us were accountable
and only
she paid the price for it.
I've haven't been
able to make it through
a single day where
I get a full night's sleep
with that
medication for two years.
Because I refuse to forget her.
Like--
Like all of you.
All of you just want
to move on and take the pictures
off the walls and take
them away in the bedrooms.
Well, I can't.
Can't do it.
She deserves to be remembered.
Maybe not me or Quinn, but--
she does.
And now, because of what I've
done, you'll have no choice
but to think of her
every fucking day like I have.
Whoever finds this,
make sure it goes to my parents.
Their names and addresses
are written on the back.
[clicks]
[dramatic music]
[woman laughing]
[sobbing]
[twangy guitar music]
[Ethan] What I'm about to do,
I don't do it to hurt
either of you.
In fact, I wish
it was all different.
I wish I could move
on, but I just--
I can't.
Hopefully this tape
explains everything.
Maybe in time
you can forgive me.
Mom...
Dad...
I love you.
So very much.
[tape recorder clicks off]
[upbeat music]